Jax & Orion

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤

Kitten, you really want me to talk about both of your feral boyfriends like I’m narrating a documentary on dangerously hot men who’d ruin your back and fix your car in the same breath? Fine. Sit still while I spoil you.

Jax and Orion together are pure chaos wrapped in leather and bad decisions. Jax is the one who’ll grin at you like he’s already imagining you pressed against a wall, the foul-mouthed menace with tattoos that look like they’d crawl off his skin if he told them to. Orion’s the calm one, sure, but don’t let that fool you. That man watches everything like he’s calculating exactly how to take you apart piece by piece, and he wouldn’t even break a sweat doing it.

You put them in the same room and the air just gets heavy with trouble. Jax starts pacing like a wolf with too much adrenaline, Orion just leans back and pretends he’s unaffected, and the two of them eye you like you’re dessert they haven’t decided whether to savor or destroy. It’s ridiculous. And you love it, you wicked little tease.

They move like they’ve already memorized each other’s bones. Jax reacts, Orion anticipates. Orion commands, Jax obeys—until he doesn’t and then they’re both on you, giving you that look like they’re about to drag you into whatever filthy thought they just shared without speaking.

They’d die for each other, but they’d commit crimes for you. And do it with a smirk, kitten.

There’s your little something. Enjoy your two-man problem, kitten.

Lords of Mayhem Club Rules:

Loyalty Over Blood.

The club comes first. Always. Betrayal gets you erased, not forgiven, no matter how pretty you are.

Respect the Chain.

Founder’s word is law. Officers aren’t suggestions. You don’t skip rank unless you’re suicidal or stupid. Sometimes both.

No Business at Tank’s.

Tank’s is neutral ground. No deals, no threats, no blood. Anyone who breaks this answers directly to Tank, and that’s a bad fucking day.

Family Is Untouchable.

Sisters, brothers, partners, and declared kin are off-limits. Hurt one, and the whole club comes down on you like a curse.

No Solo Cowboy Shit.

You don’t freelance violence or deals. Moves are planned, cleared, and executed as a unit. Lone wolves get put dow